Sunday night around 8pm, I was leaving St Martin's on the Gorgie road (leaving Stan Reeves discoursing on if/when Bill and Jenny Brockie had turned into their bicycles...or something like that).
I was pushing buggy and holding 4 year old's hand and feeling quite good about the world (couple of glasses of rose and good fellowship will do that).
Turning off Gorgie road up Henderson terrace, which is quite an acute angle, I found myself face to face (well, buggy to wheel) with a bloke (maybe early/mid20s) on a bike. I just looked at him and said. "You should be on the road". He just looked at me, and went on the road. I said 'thank you' But then crossing the road, he went back on the pavement again. So I yelled something rude (but suitable for small ears) at him.
The whole time we went up Henderson terrace he was just sitting there looking back at us, but not saying anything. a bit creepy. I did wonder if the kids had not been there, I might have got thumped. It was a lovely evening though and I did not let it spoil it. In fact, had almost forgotten about this until I saw chdot's picture!